Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

Xin Furong rolled her eyes impatiently, then she came out of the room and went downstairs.

As soon as she arrived downstairs, Xin Xiaotian came up with an angry face and grabbed her wrist and dragged her forward. Xin Ziwen thought he was going to hit Xin Furong again, so he hurried up to protect her, but was pushed away by Xin Xiaotian.

There is still a big difference between a 15-year-old boy and a 33-year-old man. Xin Ziwen is not Xin Xiaotian's opponent at all, and he is pushed far away.

Xin Furong was pulled in front of Yang Rong, Xin Furong thought it was Yang Rong who said something again, and let Xin Xiaotian target her, raised her head and glared at Yang Rong angrily, when she looked up, she found tears on Yang's face , froze for a moment.

In her eyes, Yang Rong is always smiling, even when facing her.

That is, the ever-changing gentle smile on her face made her always feel that she was fake, and now she was a little surprised to see her crying suddenly, but she immediately showed a disdainful expression, thinking that she was just acting.

"Look at the injury on the back of Miao Miao's head!" Xin Xiaotian pushed Xin Furong again.

A wound in the back of the head?

Xin Furong's pushed body took a few steps forward. She was originally full of doubts, but her expression changed after a second.

Miao Miao was pushed down by her, knocked against the edge of the bed, and made a muffled sound. At that time, she was actually startled, but when she saw that she was not crying or complaining of pain, she thought it was all right. serious?

Xin Furong was a little uneasy, and looked at the back of Xin Miaomiao's head. Yang Rong's hands were around Xin Miaomiao's small shoulders, preventing her from turning around. Her small face was still buried in her chest, and she could only make a whining sound of protest. , but couldn't speak clearly, which gave people the illusion that she was crying.

A round little head, only so big in total, the little hair is not thick, but also yellow, in the middle of the scattered little hair, there is a purple-red bump and some blood stains, which looks very eye-catching.

"I..." Xin Furong looked at the wound, and looked helplessly at her brother. She didn't do it on purpose, and she didn't think much about it at the time.

"How did you get hurt?" Xin Ziwen walked up and asked softly.

As soon as Xin Ziwen spoke, Xin Furong looked up as if she had found the backbone, and immediately raised her head and said, "She was just being sentimental, I just pushed her and knocked her against the edge of the bed, but she didn't cry or cry out for pain." , I never knew it would be..."

Xin Furong bit her lip, still wanting to argue for herself, but she could not bear with her conscience, and then slowly silenced.

"Fu Rong, apologize to Miao Miao and Auntie." Xin Ziwen said.

"I... I didn't do it on purpose!" Although Xin Furong felt that she was wrong, but she couldn't do it if she was asked to apologize to Yang Rong, so she could only refuse.

Xin Ziwen frowned, especially when she saw Xin Xiaotian's complexion darkened again, she came up and grabbed her wrist, asking her to apologize, but she saw Yang Rong who was sitting next to her on the sofa, hugging Xin Miaomiao and kept silent, suddenly stood up .

She didn't look at the pair of jade-like teenagers standing in front of her, but looked at Xin Xiaotian, and said coldly: "I'll take Miao Miao back today." Then she walked out.

Xin Xiaotian hurried up to pull her, while turning his head to shout at Xin Furong angrily: "You still haven't apologized to your aunt?!"

"It's not about apologizing, it never was!" Yang Rong shook off Xin Xiaotian's hand.